Once,
I dreamt that I could be better than what I knew I could
Not long ago,
I tried.
In the process,
I was broken down
My heart ground up and thrown aside.
My father destroyed me
Not on the out, but the inside.
And I cried.
And I'm crying.
And I will cry,
Just like eventually
We'll all die.
I won't lie.
Because I've been burnt,
Molded,
And changed
On the inside
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
